“You mean if you like my story, you can let me go free?” Dawkins asked. “Hardly that. But we can offer you hope that they cannot.” “Hope of what? A harp and a cloud?” I could hear Dawkin’s spit hit the floor. “Let Ollie be the angel. I don’t plan on dying. There’s still … Continue reading “I Just Fell Down from the Moon!” Cyrano de Bergerac